Kessling

KESSLING ( a poem by Stardust 8937 –9-29-100 You tell me I can rub my fingers– my palms– on, through, and over your soft, jet-black, almost fur–hair.. And caress, touch, hold onto your shaped head[…]

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Raj and sophia

I am Raj once again here One day I received a mail from someone named Sophia. In the mail, she said she had gone through my postings and that she enjoyed it a lot. She[…]

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My daughter nicole

My Daughter Nicole Nicole asked, “Daddy! Why is there a naked lady in your bedroom? There’s no hair on her vagina!” All that went through my mind was, “Oh shit!” Fortunately I did not say[…]

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Innocent alice

The polished dancefloors reflected the images of the thrashing teens, a mess of organized flailing limbs and phermones. The overpowering aroma of aftershave, perfume, sweat and alcohol hung thick in the air. Brightly coloured neon[…]

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Simon says

"This game again?" said Aaron groaning at the thought once more.. he sat on the floor that beamed with light through the wide window in the dim basement sitting with few others. "What wrong with[…]

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